Caution, this may not be the kinda heist you think of from movies.
More like 'Ich Will'
Yes, I hope to incorporate all the OCs in!
I can already feel the money raining onto my ski-
On second thought, maybe I should stop fantasising and start writing...
My OC Fritz will be used, but for a minor role in the heist.
Shifty and Lifty swagger through a darkened, musty alleyway. It seemed like the kind of place where bats and rats eat children, and no man would dare think of stepping foot in. In reality, if you needed a message spread through the populace without drawing unwanted police attention, this was where you posted it.
Lifty pulled from his pocket, glue and a flyer, while Shifty glanced around, surveying the alleyway. He spots the glint of blood under a green plastic poncho. "Fritz?" He asks.
He sees the poncho shift a bit, and Fritz appear. "Oh, hello Shifty. Why you here?"
"A better question is what you're doing here." Shifty asks in response.
"I was peeping and-" Shifty shakes his head.
"Don't worry Fritz, I can figure this story out myself." Fritz stumbles to his feet, and Shifty notices Fritz's hands were cut off. "Does your lack of hands have anything to do with the peeping?"
Fritz nods.
"You want to join our Bank heist? We're aiming to be popular and famous." Lifty chimes in.
"Sure, but wouldn't robbing the bank get you wealthy enough?" Fritz asks.
"Banks these days ain't worth crap. Just electronic money, with credit and debt. The real money is in being famous!" Shifty explains. He pulls a newspaper from his pocket. "This man, in 2002, killed and ate a man. Even today people still stare at his picture in amazement at what he did. He's famous because the media makes criminals famous, bad guys are always the one with the last laugh! The illusion of control also helps. If we controlled the life and death decisions in a held-up bank, imagine how famous we'd be then. Think of all the money!" Fritz glares at him. "And of course adoring fans screaming to pull off your fur and vital organs." Fritz smiles.
"Yeah, I'm in!" He exclaims. "When are we going to meet up?"
"Tomorrow at o'400, at the Well in the park. There oughta' be lots 'a people there!" Lifty says.
Fritz turns and begins walking away. "Well, see yah then!" He stops in mid-stride. He turns and runs back to the two. "Actually, on second thought, may I stay with you two?"
Shifty's watch beeped 4 am as he and his brother sprinted down the path to the well, sacks full of weapons. "Lifty, when I say don't touch the beehive, I MEAN don't touch the beehive!" Lifty smiles and shrugs.
They arrive just as the first small rays of morning sun reflect on the clouds. A lot of people were there. Some stood silent in the darkness, while others were chatting. He could clearly see people he knew very well like Caramel, Hallow, and Fritz, but the crowd was mostly people he hadn't seen or payed little attention to.
There was a deer making some of them laugh with jokes, twin cats were talking to each other, a small rabbit unsuccessfully jabbing at the leg of a larger black rabbit, and Fritz tried his best not to be near the crowd of people.
Lifty hands Shifty the bullhorn. Shifty pulls a lever, and the bullhorn shreiks at the audience. The crowd falls silent.
"Now, we have assembled all of you to pull of our most dangerous stunt yet. You will each get a cut of money and fame when we, rob Happy Tree Bank. For all who had no idea what this really was, we won't kill anybody. As long as they cooperate. Now if anyone is too scared to continue, run before we gun you down." No one moved an inch.
"Now we have that outta the way, our plans. Now, simply, we walk into the bank, with weapons. Three shall stay at the door as guards because they are the only exits to the bank. Those guard positions will alternate. Me and my brother will send a radio and television broadcast on all frequencies to seal our fame. After we return and all the hostages are lassoed up, those who aren't guards can do what they want. Anything." Lifty explains "Alright, everyone ok with the plan?"
Shifty walks into the crowd distributing weapons. "Now, the bank opens now, but visitors won't come until 8 am."
Crack raises his hand "Yeah, so, what do we do for the next 4 hours?"
"Ey, that bunny's gotta point. What we oughtta do is hide in the bank, and spring out in surprise!" exclaims a little rabbit, Pippy.
"Well, don't you think it's suspicious, a bunch of people, not taking out or putting in money waiting around in a bank for Four or more hours?" Slade snarks.
"Shove a dick in your mouth, you shouldn't be that rude to a little child!" Shade scolds.
"Hypocrititical much?" Hallow scolds.
"You want a peice outta' me, pussy cat? Lemme handle me own fights!" Pippy taunts, holding her fists at the ready, eager to fight.
Lifty and Shifty shrug. Let them socialize, while we ready the van they thought.
Fritz, Static, Fang, and Sparky stand around the well. "You want to see me jump down the well?" Static asks excitedly. Fritz and Sparky shrug, while Fang nods. Static dives head first into the inky darkness. Fritz rolls his eyes.
"Suicidal ma-" Fang shoves the beaver into the hole, and Sparky grabs his iPod. She pries the cover off and bites into it with her teeth. Fang backs away as streams of electricity arch from the battery to Sparky's cheeks.
"So what's the iPod worth now you've drained it?" Fang asks. Sparky pulls lint, a button, and gum from her back pocket.
"That's how much." She smiles. Static leaps from the darkness onto the stone wall of the well. Fritz's arm appears, and he struggles to crawl onto the grass. Pippy leaps from nowhere, kicking Fritz in the face, sending him down the well again.
"You oughtta man up, sissy! Climb, beaver, climb!" she yells at him.
Caramel walks up. "So is anyone as excited as I am. A bank to ourselves. You could make a pool out of it. Maybe even a pool of Ice cream!"
"I'm going to play drums over the loud speaker. " Hallow proclaims. Everyone sends her a funny look.
"I'm going to drive around in the building, running over the pedestrains and stuff like that." Fang smiles.
"I don't know what I'm going to do. But, What ever it is I hope we don't get arrested." Rhyme chimes in from behind.
"The day Lumpy makes an arrest of someone deserving is the day Shifty and Lifty become charitable." Comes a voice from the back of the crowd. They all turn to see a dog. His fur was so black they could barely tell the outline of him in the dark. "Like 'em racoons said. We will be famous people. They won't catch us. I'd say famous people aren't arrested, but they are. But, me, I don't get arrested."
Before anyone could say anything more, Shifty drove up with his van. "Now, little bunny, we have taken your idea into consideration, and we'll wait outside the bank in our van. Then, we spring out and take the bank. Before we park, anybody need anything for the heist?"
Everybody raises their hands.
Shifty moans. "Where to?"
Now, you know the plan
sort of...
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